Gay Werewolf Erotica Novels & Stories

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

Carlos glances at me and I frown. “Throw the bastards in prison.” I snarl just as the scent of her arousal hits me. The drugs may have taken a little time to take effect, but she has been heavily drugged, no doubt with Wolf Rain, the powerful werewolf version of an aphrodisiac that had become extremely popular in the last few years. One that would last far longer than the standard drug. I’ll put her in a room myself before someone tries something with her. Bending down, I scoop her up and she instantly moans, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

I had time. My fingers hovered over the keys for a second. This was ridiculous. I was Lucien—beta of the entire werewolf kingdom, feared in battle, respected by warriors. And here I was, about to search something no one would ever believe. I typed it anyway. “How to pleasure a woman without penetration.” I added quickly: “but using fingers, tongue, other ways.” Enter. The screen filled with results. Articles. Videos. Heat crawled up my neck, but I couldn’t look away.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

“The town doctors and chemists are werewolves. There’s a list of girls that they make available who are on the pill or have an implant of some type… We're meant to ask, to be sure she's taking it, before we bare-back.” “How predatory,” Aislen wrinkled her nose in disapproval. “They give you a list of victims. F-k these ones, it’s safer.” “For f-k sake, Aislen,” Rhett scowled. “You don’t understand. Werewolves have a high sex drive. Alphas more than others. Once we reach mating age, we go a bit… nuts with it. The system helps keep mistakes to a minimal.” “But they happen.”

Every time such desire hits me, I would order Guenzo to bring in pairs of married werewolves or couples to a room, adjacent to my Queen’s room, and just like now, from my room, I peeped inside the adjacent room while the couple was having their sexual intercourse. While watching the young couple brought by Rodwartem started doing their foreplay, I was there peeping, watching them. They were kissing each other hungrily, it was as if they could not get enough of each other. The young man removed her partner’s clothing one by one, until what was left was that small piece of white sheet, covering her hidden jewel. I felt nothing yet as I watched them. Coldness still enveloped my whole body. I cl

Heath closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to stroke his hand down Cameron’s chest, over the tightly packed stomach muscles, to Cameron’s c-ck, to close his fist around it, and for Cameron to arch back into him, groaning in pleasure… He pressed his face into Cameron’s shoulder and suppressed the ache within him ruthlessly. Werewolves were not gay, he told himself. Alphas did not want to f-k other alphas. They found female mates, and f-ked them instead, and when the mating urge rose after they turned eighteen, they f-ked human girls until they found the right she-wolf, because human girls were nothing, didn’t count, didn’t matter…

She had already made sure the towel hampers were empty so she wouldn’t have to sort through heaps of wet laundry and now she was waiting nervously for them to shower. Greta was still sulking but was also feeling very smug that her human couldn’t seem to stay away from whoever her mate was. “No Greta, I need to know who it is so I can avoid him.” spat Jen. Greta was pushing all sorts of erotic thoughts into Jen’s head, mainly ones where she walked into the shower room and mated and marked her mate there and then and Jen was trying her best to ignore her wolf as heat burned between her legs, these feelings were totally alien to Jen, they scared her and she just wanted them to stop.

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy